Wooing My Ex-Wife by Mr. Adeel

His eyes turned scarlet. He clutched Gwendolyn’s wrist, not noticing that he was gripping her so tightly that her skin was turning pale.

Cedrick shoved him away, wrapped Gwendolyn in his arms, and massaged her wrist.

Gwendolyn sighed. Her tone was stern as she said, “You acted rashly tonight, Treyton. I understand how you must be feeling, but I don’t agree with you giving away fifteen percent of the company’s shares to the Newton family.”

Treyton gaped at her in disbelief. “For all your talk about being sisters with Jennifer, you won’t even save her when she’s in trouble. When have you become so unfeeling, Gwendolyn?”

“Me, unfeeling?”

Gwendolyn was incredulous. Her rage began to boil.

As Treyton had had a traumatic night, she did her best to remain patient. “I don’t want to hold a grudge against somebody who can’t think straight. We’ll talk about this tomorrow.”

Treyton’s gaze grew cold.

Everything that had happened at the party had lost him his wits. “I’ll do it myself if you won’t. My shares, my call.”

He turned to go, but Gwendolyn had enough. Done with coddling him, she dashed forward and slapped him across the face.

Smack!

The crisp slap echoed in the air.

As she had used her full strength, Treyton’s face tilted to the side, and a red imprint of her hand appeared instantly on his cheek. He stared at her, dumbstruck.

Cedrick, too, was stunned. He remained rooted to the spot.

Massaging his stinging cheek, Treyton fumed, “How dare you hit me, Gwendolyn?”

Faced with his accusatory glare, Gwendolyn raised her chin defiantly.

“I’m not hitting you as your little sister but as the head of the Harris family. Now would you calm down? Can you listen to me?”

She looked stern, like the head of the family she was.

did

continued, “You’re a smart man, Treyton. I’ll give you some time to cool

somewhat hurt.

you under house arrest? Think of it as grounding. It’s your punishment for speaking so rudely to

“Could you marshal some men who aren’t on active duty to surround this villa? I don’t want

nodded decisively. “Very well,

batons. You have my permission to beat him up if he

came to that, she would still be the

everybody must obey me with no exceptions. If you won’t, we’re going to the

I’m scared of a little

beaten up so severely that you pass out and spend the next two weeks in bed. By then, you would

jaw clenched. He refused to say another

her arm around Cedrick’s, Gwendolyn

she turned around and said, “Call me

stood, Treyton watched as she and Cedrick entered

the car did

march of footsteps sounded. The smart-looking soldiers surrounded the villa as

were not predisposed to negotiations but preferred to strike first instead. Forced back into his villa, Treyton shut

securely inside his house did Gwendolyn and Cedrick disappear into

showed up early the following morning at her office at Mossey Corporation,

lost some of its stiffness. Though far from being on good terms, they would exchange a greeting when they bumped into each other at the

health reasons, her secretary had taken a medical

the following two

the HR department arrived with the new secretary

in,” she said without taking her attention off the documents in

permission, the two figures

and a handsome face. He had a

not so much as

the manager placed the secretary’s resume on her table. “This candidate is very well qualified,

in typing. She did not look

me. When I come in in the morning, I expect a fresh cup of coffee on my desk…”

man nodded.